The sky slowly pulled up its blue dress to reveal night.

I hated myself for going, why couldn't I be the kind of person who stays?

What if I never stop inventing?

The mistakes I've made are dead to me. But I can't take back the things I never did.

I'm not better than anyone, and I'm not trying to convince people to live by my standards of what's right. I'm trying to convince them to live by their own.

Food serves two parallel purposes: it nourishes and it helps you remember. Eating and storytelling are inseparable-the saltwater is also tears; the honey not only tastes sweet, but makes us think of sweetness; the matzo is the bread of our affliction.

The world is a big place," he said, "but so is the inside of an apartment!